The door latch clanged shut like the slamming of a jail cell door. To my super-sensitive hearing, it was ear-shattering. I was with men in a house full of them who thought they were werewolves. Okay, sure, they were ridiculously handsome—like, nun-ripping-her-habit-apart handsome—but that didn't alter the fact that they were insane. And I was stuck with them. In the middle of nowhere. Wonderful.

Tent pulled a chair to my bedside, spinning it around and sitting on it like an action hero of some sort. His green eyes narrowed and focused on mine, and even with the fear devouring me, I couldn't help but notice the sparks of heat between...